Paul Kesler


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To Trilby

The sky is a greater musician than I:
the rains plays pizzicato on the rooftops
with no sign of fatigue;
clouds hit every note I miss
on my aging piano,
and crush my seasoned flourishes
with glissandos of thunder
and chords of ragged lightning.

Liebschen,
I have taught you the
choreography of love,
the dance steps of passion;
the sly tilt of your head
as the rolled notes flow from your throat.

But nothing flows to me,
though the poses you strike,
like the lightning's fitful flashes,
compel the night sky to respond. ...

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The Funnel

Not all funnels hold water
or slide vertically over the landscape
with an explosion of soil and debris;
Some funnels stay where they're put
in the middle of a stone-studded field
where trees are few and the land seems
peaceful,
at least when you aren't looking carefully....

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